Decomposing Heart by Yves K. Morrow

A ricocheting heart
that disembarks passionless
will inevitably decay.

has calcified my heart
and for each scar
there is a risk that I will never take,
a life that I will never live,
and a regret that will swallow me whole.

my tears have exceeded their worth.
I, who am more conscious of hunger than thirst
have still not resolved to dream.
Starvation calls upon my baser instincts.
It’s not simply psychosomatic,
the need for fulfillment occupies all absence.

the child within cowers in darkness.
I know that denial alienates.
Still, I pull from these ashen clouds
that I might become a less visible target.

All my angels have fallen
like discarded syringes.
I hide their bodies in plain sight,
oblivious to the enormity of my affliction.

Any occasion could prove a trigger
but I am not a prophet
so I hide from everyone and everything
waiting for my turn to die.

One ought to take their time
when committing suicide
because if done properly
it happens only once. 
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About the Poet:

Yves K. Morrow lives in Sweden with her husband and soon-to-be teenage daughter. Mindlovemisery reflects on the subjects most extensively explored in her poetry. Mind – philosophy, psychology, mental illness, society / Love – loss, unrequited, infatuations and obsessions, sex, true love, new love, relationships of all sorts both dysfunctional and sublime / Misery – childhood trauma, depression, living with PTSD, the search for meaning, loneliness, spiritual dilemmas, grief, social ineptitude, etc. Aside from writing and inspiring others to write, Yves enjoys reading, training, dancing poorly, absurdity and sarcasm.

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